“...but so many good things happened to you!”

Why is it that we remember good memories less than bad ones? I am looking for the answer to this through family portraits which I appear in or I have taken in the past, and which I have good memories of, but forgot them over time. Without looking at photos, it’s like there are only pixels in the place of memories. However, e.g. I can clearly recall to this day the nightmares I had for many years as a child after an unprocessed trauma. After all, sometimes I remember that there were many good things in my life, but the memories of them are fragmented. One day my mum asked me why I have constant feeling of anxiety, when so many good things happened to me. In my project I work with these images. While I cut, fold, and weave them, not only manual but also mental work is going on. I realize more and more that there is no such thing as a pure, happy memory taken by itself. The longer I have a photograph in my hands, the more the future of the moment captured in the image shatters. Because I already know it’s past. The impressions of happy moments, which are pixelated in my memories, but clear when recalled, are destroyed again by negative memories. These are doubly fragmented memories. 2022, own family archive photographs, scanned, printed on photo paper, handwoven in 3 dimension